New Year's Resolution (Brooklyn Beckham)

Chapter 3

I was now standing face to face with this angelic creature and for once I was at a loss for words. I looked at his face, then his lips, and then at my book. I felt as if someone was going to jump out from behind the sofa and tell me I had been on a reality TV show and this was all some act. I stood there, our toes but a few inches apart, and waited. the silence was deafening and all the racket from downstairs seemed to have disappeared. and all that was left was the beat of my heart in my ears. beating, beating. we were standing so close together I was positive he could hear my heart beating inside my chest.
finally the uncomfortable silence that seemed to have filled the room like a poisonous gas became too thick. "Uh, my book?" I stuttered, gesturing in the vague direction of his hand, gripping to the cover of Jane Eyre.
"You like Bronte?" he asked me, a smirk on his lips and a glint of cheek in his eye
"yes, I think her work is great. now, my book please?" I was developing an urge to just run. I needed to get out of that attic room as soon as possible. before it had been my hideaway- and now it was my runaway.
he looked at me again with a mischievous grin on his face, and he knew, he knew 100% that he was playing my heart strings like a guitar.
I stepped back, knowing full well if I stood this close to him for much longer his stupid grin was going to infuriate me to the point of screaming. He still didn't seem to get the message, so I stared at my book in his hand and hoped by some kind of telepathy between us that he would get the idea and return my book.
"so you want the book?" he asked, grinning devilishly.
"yeah please" I replied. an unreadable expression on my face- my impatience was screaming inside me.
"alright then" he said, passing my book on the direction of my hand, only to whip it away and flash me that grin "what do I get in exchange though?"
I looked at him with utter astonishment.
"what do you want?" I asked. not afraid of letting my impatience get the better of me this time.
"give me your phone number and you can have your book."
"I'm not going to give a stranger my number. are you crazy?"
"maybe a bit" he smirked and winked at me.
"well I'm definitely not giving a crazy person my number" I laughed a little at how crazy that sounded.
"then no book." his smirk was beginning to irritate me beyond belief.
"okay. you know what? fine. fine! here is my number. and don't even think of calling me any time between 8pm and 11am. I will be sleeping" I caved in and grabbed my book from my hand (which he willingly gave up) ripping the corner from page 111 (my favourite page) and handing it to him. with my name above the eleven digits.
I looked up at him as I handed back my number, and I felt my heart leap. I couldn't put my finger on why, but it was that feeling of either having feelings towards someone, or a feeling of familiarity. Both seemed legitimate at the time to be honest. I was beyond glad I'd got my book back, as if I was safe again.
"So, tell me Freya. Why are you here?" The guy was sitting on the sofa, knowing exactly how to play me. However, unfortunately for him, I knew how not to get played.
"Well, there was something called the Big Bang, which started the world as we know it now. And humans evol-"
"Yeah, that's not what I meant." He said.
"Oh I know." I smirked, winked and walked off down the stairs and into the painful reality downstairs. But I think having that little bit of heaven upstairs cushioned the blow of the harsh reality that was this party.